Ghostwriter

I'm just in love with how everyone magically knows my name now.

You sound just like the maniac, whoever-- uh. I/O, apparently? Listen to me, I'm not fucking stupid, I've had dreams like this before. I've even gotten this far like this but I guess it's never been this weird. I don't want to even confront the alternative that's trying to be forced on me, I don't want to even think about it. I just want to go home.

The only kind of transitioning I'm planning on doing is getting the hell out of this building, with or without your help. I think there's a stairwell close enough unless that's not a stairwell because-- dream logic.

Okay, okay-- okay. Dime and Yaff are here. Tell me where. I'm not leaving this closet until I get good info.